My Love Until the Last Goodbye (Mary and Maximus) novel Chapter 512

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Marcus, after leaving the bedroom, went straight to his study. He was exhausted, having barely slept. He’d planned to come home and rest beside his wife, but he hadn’t anticipated coming face–to–face with Peter. The encounter had thrown Valerie into a whirlwind of confusion, convinced that the man was alive. Marcus felt wounded by her reaction, and it was painfully clear what would happen once she discovered the whole truth. 

Slumping into the large chair behind his elegant desk, Marcus closed his eyes and turned toward the window, losing himself in the view. Fifteen years of marriage seemed to be slipping through his fingers in an instant. Valerie didn’t yet know about Peter’s existence, but it was inevitable. The moment Peter chose to reveal himself- or they were forced to meet again–their marriage would be over. 

The thought devastated him. He truly loved the woman he had chosen as his wife. Yet, what hurt even more was how little she seemed to consider the babies she was carrying. That cut deeper than the cracks forming in their relationship. Marcus prided himself on his patience–it was one of his defining traits–but he also had a darker side. He’d been ruthless in the past, capable of unscrupulous actions. He didn’t want to revert to the man he had been before meeting Valerie and Serenity, the man who’d nearly destroyed everything with Maximus. 

But now, he feared that this situation might push him back to that dark place. He tried to think of anything else, convincing himself that Valerie’s turmoil could simply be due to hormonal changes. Yet, he couldn’t ignore the nagging thought that her pregnancy with John had been nothing like this. 

While Marcus was lost in his thoughts, a voice interrupted him. 

“Marcus, dear, may I come in?” Camille asked from behind the door. 

“Come in,” he replied, resigned. 

Camille stepped inside and gave him a concerned look. “Marcus, my dear, what are you doing in here? You just got back from the hospital with Valerie. You must be tired. Look, you’re still in your pajamas. Go on, get up and go be with your wife,” she said, trying to soothe the tension. 

“I just wanted to give her some space. She’s not herself right now, you know… pregnancy hormones. I don’t want to end up being kicked out of the bedroom,” Marcus said, forcing a weak smile. 

“Don’t try to fool me, Marcus. I know you, and I know Valerie. Something’s going on between you two. You might not want to tell me, but I can see it. Sometimes I think it’s this country. Ever since you arrived here, you’ve had more arguments than when we were in Hesperia. 

“Forgive me, but I don’t understand. Is revenge worth more than your relationship? Why don’t we go back to Hesperia? All I see here is your marriage slowly falling apan. And now, with two babies on the way, this house should be filled with joy. But for every happy day, how many days like today are you both enduring?” 

“Camille, I’m tired. I don’t want to discuss this,” Marcus replied, his frustration evident. 

“I’m sorry, but I’ve already spoken to Valerie, and now it’s your turn,” Camille said firmly. 

“Fine. Go ahead,” Marcus said, exasperated. 

“I know about Peter, and I imagine you do too. I’ve kept quiet, trying to understand why you haven’t told Valerie the truth. I don’t know what kind of arrangements you’ve made with that man, but you shouldn’t be keeping things from your wife.” 

Marcus’s eyes widened at her words. Struggling to maintain his composure, he simply listened to the woman who was almost like a second mother to him. 

“Marcus, my dear, I repeat: I know you, and I know Valerie. You’ve grown so much as a couple. Your marriage started on the foundation of memories of that man. But that doesn’t mean he can come back and undo everything 

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you’ve built.” 

“Camille… how do you know about him?” Marcus asked, st 

“My dear, I may be old, but I’m not blind. He’s Ethan’s gra recognized him. At first, when Emma told me Ethan’s gran getting the better of her. But Emma, like me, is old–not bli has of Peter. 

“He’s older now, of course, but no one could deny it’s him. saw him in person, I knew immediately it was him. And late yourself. One day, you even said his name aloud. That’s whe treat me like a fool.”